Entertain Me (part II)

I brought the main course in for my Master after wiping my face in the kitchen and composing myself from the spanking with the belt. Rubbing my tender ass for as long as I thought I could get away with before him calling me to him.

I sat the platter before him and took a step back. I knew that my Master would greatly enjoy this. He often liked my meals. I was about to go back to the kitchen when he motioned me to come to him. I quickly obeyed and looked at him in silence. My eyes still puffy and slightly red. Traces of tears still left. He told me he wanted to see something as he ate. He wanted to see my punishment on view. He wanted to look at what a good slave he has. And how much she would endure to please him.

He motioned for me to pull out one of the other dining room chairs and to cross over the top. Bringing my dress up as I did. There I was, my backside lifted by this chair and my reddened marked ass in plain sight of my Master. I knew again that he would savor each bite as he did my torment.

I wanted to cry once more. I thought I would at least get to go back to the kitchen to rub my wounds. Every once in a while my Master would bring his hand to my welted ass to stroke me absentmindedly. I tried with little success to be still and not gasp each time it happened. He just made a tsk tsk sound and I felt ashamed when it occurred.

After he had completed the course, he told me to he was now going to have dessert. I started to get up, but he smacked me hard on my ass and asked if he had given that order. I shook my head no and remained in place, my ass on fire once more. Coming up behind me he lowered his pants and boxers. Anticipation was building in me. I knew it would be uncomfortable, as it often was, after my Master had spanked me, but then again to feel him inside me was delicious.

He bent over me…his cock pressing against my ass. Then whispered into my ear that he was going to have me for dessert. I was to be sweet to fuck. My ass all scarlet and tender. That he wanted to hear me….each sigh….each whimper….each gasps. Upon saying that, he entered me in a quick movement, making me call out to him.

He rode me in such splendor….finding his way deep into me. His cock reaching places no other had gone. His cock feeling like Heaven, but him pounding up against my ass making me yelp with each stroke. He wrapped his hands around me, rubbing my breasts….pinching my nipples roughly. Soon I was on the verge of cumming. My cunt aching with the need. I kept begging my Master. Over and over again to allow me the pleasure. But each time he said no.

As he pinched and played with my nipples, he whispered into my ear what a good whore he had, and that did it. I came without being able to stop. I rode his cock in waves…..the crest taking me higher and higher. Calling out to my Master loudly.

When I finally came back to my senses. I realized what I had done. What terrible mistake I had made. And now my Master would punish me. He continued slowly fucking me….his cock now gliding across my sensitive clit painfully.

He took my hair down from its clip. Then wrapped his hand through it. Bringing my head back sharply as he whispered harshly into my ear. He told me what a naughty slave I was. To cum without permission. Thinking of only my pleasure again. I winced at his words. Wondering what fate was ahead.

My Master took his cock from my cunt and positioned it against the opening of my ass. Broken breaths escaped my lips. I wanted to plead with him. But I had disobeyed him. Plus this wasn’t entirely a punishment at all. He pushed into my ass easing his way into me. Me trying to open to him. Holding my breath and then letting it out quickly. As he pushed into me, he began rubbing my sensitive clit again. I cried out and jerked from his touch. He bit into the flesh of my ear and laughed softly.

He then told me that since I was so eager to cum….I should do it again for him. And again. And again. Until I could cum no more. And I would put him first. He fucked me good and hard. Rubbing my clit in slow dizzying circles. Knowing that I disliked cumming this way. With him in my ass. It was admitting I did like it. Even though I had often made a fuss over it. I knew he would not stop until I had cum too.

When I told him that I couldn’t. He just smiled. And told me that I would. Or I would get the cane. Desperately I tried. But it was beyond me. I knew he only said what he meant too. Each time I would get close he would stop moving his fingers on my clit. Watching with such amusement at my urgency. Until finally he pulled out and came all over my ass.

After he recovered….he told me rub in the cum slightly with my hands. I did as he asked, knowing he was about to cane me and this was going to make it sting more. My ass wet. I began crying in earnest. But my Master just petted my face slightly and told me that a good slave accepts her Master’s will. I shook my head….but still the tears fell.

My Master told me that he would only give me five strokes. That he wouldn’t even bind me to apply them. Which meant he wouldn’t be dreadfully hard on me. I was brave as he went to get the cane. Bending over the table as I had earlier.

He practiced swinging the cane a couple of times. Then stuck me. I screamed out at it. The wetness of his cum making it bite into me sharply. Then he struck again. This time making me scream louder and start moaning. Again he caned me…..and I felt as if I could piss myself. The pain so intense. I managed to say please Master….but he only hushed me…telling me it was almost over. Twice more he struck, the last one being harder than all the rest and I brought my hands to my ass.

My Master let me rub for a while as I cried over the table. Then he told me to bring him some coffee. I pushed myself up and did as I was told. When I returned to him….bringing his coffee…he kissed my nose gently. Then told me to go lay down on the bed…he would soon be in to apply the ointment.

I walked to the bedroom door and before walking in I looked back at my Master. Him sitting there drinking his after dinner coffee. Looking content and I knew that he was pleased. Pleased with me…pleased that he had a slave that could dance the dance with her Master without fear. Then I laid on the bed and waited for his petting of me to begin….Master always petted me after a harsh evening. It made it all worth it….